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Tang Ze wrote a few words on the paper with great interest. The more he wrote, the more he felt that this bamboo charcoal pen was novel and interesting. The pen tip was sharpened to an extremely fine point. When he used the pen, even words as small as a fly's head could be clearly and neatly presented on the paper.

If you go out, it is inconvenient to carry brushes and ink. But this small bamboo charcoal pen can be hidden in your sleeve and taken out anytime and anywhere to record your thoughts. It is really convenient.

Tang Ze raised his eyes, his gaze full of admiration for Xie Wanxing: "Junior sister, this bamboo charcoal pen is truly ingenious. Not only does it write smoothly, but the ability to write small characters is also extremely practical. With it by your side, recording things will be much easier when you go out in the future."

Xie Wanxing smiled and replied, "As long as you like it, I'm glad. I originally created it because I wanted it to be convenient for daily recording."

In fact, the popularity of these bamboo charcoal pens far exceeded Xie Wanxing's imagination. In the towns surrounding Xiejia Village, ever since the bamboo charcoal pens were introduced at Xingbao Pavilion, they had spread like a whirlwind, sweeping across the town. Whether it was scholars, ordinary students, or even businessmen, everyone was obsessed with this novel writing tool.

For scholars, the exquisite writing of small characters with bamboo charcoal pens makes them more comfortable when copying ancient books and composing poems. They no longer have to worry about the frequency of dipping the brush in ink and the risk of ink bleeding. Students are fond of the convenience of bamboo charcoal pens. Whether they are studying in a library or traveling, they can record the knowledge taught by the teacher anytime and anywhere. Businessmen regard bamboo charcoal pens as a good helper for bookkeeping. Its characteristics of fast writing and no ink bleeding make the account books clear and easy to see.

As time went by, the reputation of bamboo charcoal pens spread further and further, even attracting the attention of merchants from other places. After hearing about this magical bamboo charcoal pen, they came to buy it and brought it to more distant places.

So Xie Wanxing actually didn't know that the most popular item in Xingbao Pavilion, besides instant noodles, was the bamboo charcoal pen.

"By the way, junior sister, is the teacher not here today?" Tang Ze put away the bamboo charcoal pencil, gently placed it aside, looked at Xie Wanxing and asked.

Xie Wanxing thought about the date and replied, "Oh, today is the day when the teacher has a big class, so he went to the school."

"A big class?"

"Well, my father opened a village school in the village." Xie Wanxing introduced it to Tang Ze. "All the children in the village can go to the village school. My brother and his friends also attend classes there on weekdays. However, they are only teaching the basics, such as learning to recognize characters. The teacher also comes there from time to time. They are called large classes, but in fact, they are not limited to textbooks. They talk about experiences in the wider world and the principles of how to behave in society. The children in the village really like to listen to them. Sometimes the uncles and aunts will also go to listen."

Tang Ze nodded gently, his eyes showing approval. "Your father's action is truly a great merit. The children in the village will benefit greatly from this learning opportunity."

"Well, it's just that the village school isn't fully built yet, so classes are still being held in the old ancestral hall." Xie Wanxing wrinkled his nose slightly and said with a hint of helplessness, "Also, there's no teacher at the village school yet. We have to wait for the teacher that Grandpa Zhao hires to come, and then we'll have to set up various trades classes later."

"What is the Hundred Trades Course?"

"The Hundred Trades Classes involve inviting people from all walks of life to teach knowledge," Xie Wanxing explained. "For example, there are embroiderers who make clothes, umbrella makers, butchers, carpenters, and of course, doctors."

Tang Ze said, "This arrangement is truly ingenious. Through the various trades classes, they can learn about the various trades in the world. However, I've heard that many craftsmen still need to go through numerous tests before they can accept apprentices..."

"We only ask these craftsmen to explain the basic knowledge and principles so that they can understand each industry. We don't want to teach them all the skills at once."

Xie Wanxing paused and said, "Brother, you are so smart, you naturally know that not everyone is cut out for studying. Some people are not born good at writing or poetry, but they are good at cooking. If you force such a person to study, it is useless. It is better to hire a chef to teach him how to cook, so that he can make a living in the future."

"Oh, by the way, this is for you." Xie Wanxing took out another book from the drawer where he had just taken out the pen. "This is one of the only copies I copied. It's a collection of poems by the immortal poet Li Bai. I heard from my master that you love writing poetry, so I'm giving this to you to read first."

"Poet Immortal?" Tang Ze's face looked a little strange. He had never heard of this name before. How could he dare to call himself Poet Immortal?

He and Xie Wanxing's teacher Yu Jiancheng have been working in the poetry world for decades. With their profound literary background and outstanding talent, their works are widely circulated and highly praised. They enjoy high prestige among many literati and scholars, and have become well-known poets.

However, even so, Mr. Yu is a humble and low-key person, and has never dared to call himself such an extraordinary title as "Poet Immortal".

But this Li Bai, whom he had never heard of, was called the "Poet Immortal", which really puzzled him.

He took the poetry collection and gently turned the pages. What caught his eye were lines of neat and beautiful small characters with delicate strokes. There was a sense of agility and grace in the strokes.

Tang Ze praised him in a somewhat misleading way. Considering his junior sister's age, her handwriting was really very good. Every stroke of her pen showed her skill. It seemed that she must have put in a lot of effort in her daily life.

"One day the great roc rises with the wind, soaring up to ninety thousand miles. Even if it comes down when the wind dies down, it can still stir up the ocean water." Tang Ze read it carefully, and the heroic and unrestrained verses seemed to carry an invisible power that struck his heart.

The astonishment in his eyes was even more intense. With such talent and spirit, he truly deserved to be called the 'Poet Immortal'. But how could such a magnificent and talented poem become a single copy?

Logically speaking, such a masterpiece should be widely circulated and known to everyone.

"Ahem." Xie Wanxing coughed and said a little embarrassedly, "But for now, I have only copied this one. Later, I have to send it to the bookstore for them to print. So you can only read it for a few days. I have to send it to the bookstore. When the bookstore prints a batch, I will send you another copy."

Tang Ze said, "Thank you, Junior Sister. I am very grateful for being able to see it before it is published in the bookstore."

"There is also the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that senior brother wants to read. We have them all. This batch of books will be ready for printing soon." Xie Wanxing winked at Tang Ze. She had seen it before. Tang Ze seemed quite interested in the set of the four great classics that she gave to her master.

"Thank you, junior sister."

"Okay, senior brother, if there is nothing else, I will go back to my room first. You..." Xie Wanxing stopped talking and looked at Tang Ze.

"I want to take a look at this poetry collection in the study first." Tang Ze subconsciously held the poetry collection tighter in his hand.

Seeing this, Xie Wanxing smiled gently, his eyes full of understanding: "Okay, then take your time, Senior Brother. I don't have many servants at home, so it's relatively quiet. Aunt Li and the others are just cooking and doing housework, they won't come here. If you have anything, please tell Brother Shubai."

"Okay." Tang Ze responded, his eyes returning to the poetry collection in his hand.

Xie Wanxing helped Tang Ze close the door and dragged Xie Yao, who had just been placed at the door, away.